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Poetry (pg. 2)
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Capture of
My Dreams
Morning sunbeams warm my dreams, Beautiful visions of lying with you Beneath rainbows glow, Overflow
my joyful soul causing sweet Tears to slip beneath my lids.
Soft fingertips, feather beneath, Gently capturing
each droplet. Waking, I find you closely studying The tears you've caught, and wonder What you could be doing.
I
did not know tears could convey dreams, But, in your hands all is possible, it seems. Smiling with your dark eyes, All
the tears dry, I hear quiet angel sighs, My heart melts as my dream unfolds.
© Tonya Greenlee
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Growing With
You
Weave me through your strands of color, Bathe my soul to delighted
heights, Forge my thoughts within your furnace, Incite desire with passion rites.
Turn my grays to iridescent, Fill
my spirit beyond its brim, Please, unlock your inner being, Allow my life to grow within.
Keep this glow forever
burning, Feed the flame to sustain its light, Still its blaze from ever cooling, Like soft moonbeams in dark of night.
With
your love forever flowing, My heart will hold no fixed restraint, Free to give to you unfettered, To follow you,
with no complaint.
© Tonya Greenlee
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Good Morning, My Love
Good Morning, My Love,
Wouldst thou miss these words of mine
If upon your waking you did not hear?
Good Morning, My Love,
Wouldst thou miss these lips of mine
Their words not whispered to thine ear?
Good Morning, My Love,
Wouldst thou miss these eyes of mine
No deep reflection of my soul seen
Good Morning, My love,
Wouldst thou miss the gift I give of mine
A most dazzling love, with no in-between!
© Tonya Greenlee
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Unconditional Love
In my arms, come find your comfort,
For you my love, I give you all,
Where do you stop and I begin,
Who catches which, when either fall?
So much to learn in each others lives,
How each and every idea grew,
Why you think this and I think that,
If only both and either knew!
But, we be different, you and I,
From far different plans we both are born,
Little bits of thought, from here or there,
For your own mind, mine is torn.
An unconditional love I give thee,
To smooth this tangled wed intrigued,
To always have your heart, your love,
For it is you, Sweet One, in whom I believe.
© Tonya Greenlee


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